Dear no one,
I can't. I can't do it anymore. I hate my self. You just don't understand, I try to starve myself, but I can't. My mom makes me eat dinner, she'll notice if I don't bring my lunch to school and Kara will notice if I don't eat it. I can't force my self to throw up its impossible. I feel so alone. I can't tell anyone either because they'll tell me I'm stupid, my sister think I'm just doing it for attention. You don't don't know what it feels like look in the mirror and gag because you think you are the ugliest creature on earth. You don't what it feels like to be the fat one out o your friends. You don't know what it feels like going to the beach and not wanting to take of your shorts because you think your thighs are huge. No boys are ever going to like a whale like myself. I'm finished. I don't what to do. I'm falling apart and I don't know how stop it. I just want to be beautiful. My dad even says I'm fat. I've been called fat my whole life and I'm finished. I can't be pretty without being skinny. Sam probably doesn't like me because I look like a walrus.
Meghan